| | Diary, suddenly popped into my mind. Its been really long since i've written in my diary or in here. I figured the older i get the more things i'll take for granted. Maybe i just want to forget about it.
I thought of how me n my sis use to write our diary before bed when we were really young. It's almost like a diary competition. The funniest thing is that we will write in red if we quarreled or got bitten by mummy on that day to show our anger and unhappiness. Its funny how we know how to express ourself with colour when we were still so young. I find it fascinating even until now.
I remembered once when i finish my college and i was reading through my own diary. It was mainly about my saddness, depressions and unhappiness. I felt so lost and tried so hard to think of happiness in my past. After being through that, I said to myself, or more so promised myself...from now onwards I can only write happy, lovey dovey, astonishing stories and good stuff in my diary.
Guess what, i just filled up a few pages in my new diary. Today, i am writing about my diary..not on my diary about something happy.. The thing is i don't feel sad in fact i do feel happy most of the time. Just that I'm losing the urge to express myself. |
| | Posted 12/21/2005 1:19 PM - 7 Views - 2 eProps - 2 comments
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